choice we make poem

Words only how dear to them who say it..

Pain hold on to one's who let it keep them from being a live..

We choice how we live,

We choice how we die..

But do we choice to have pain..

That answer is still a mystery, that has not been solved…

One way or another, we make this choice to live how we want, it what free will is for…

It what free will gives us to have..

Let your heart have it's choice to do as it will..